Gypsy life
Hope and Trust
This morning we packed up all our camping gear and ‘broke camp’ up in the mountains for the last time this summer. I feel a little sad, we’ve had such fun exploring the nooks and crannys in the Sierra Madres. I will admit, I’m a bit tired of being dirty and dusty from riding, and … Continue reading
Happy Birthday, Karl!
Thursday is my husband’s birthday. I haven’t bought him a present. It’s not that I haven’t thought of it, but we’ve been in the mountains, away from shopping, and honestly, we’ve come to the point in our lives where we don’t actually need or want a whole lot and what we do need or want, … Continue reading
A sermon in the eclipse
Like millions of others, this week I watched a full eclipse of the sun. At mid-day. I’ll admit to feeling anxious this morning. We teased that it seems like such a normal day, maybe the scientists were pulling off a monumental prank and nothing would happen. Then, through the cool glasses I got for free … Continue reading
Elk and Moose and Deer, Oh My!
In previous posts I’ve written about deer and antelope, so it isn’t a surprise to anyone that I admire them. In fact, I’ve realized this summer that one of the things I love most about camping is those moments when I encounter wildlife. We’ve just come down out of the Sierra Madre Mountains after a … Continue reading
Music
I tried to do some research this morning because I am thinking about music. I didn’t spend long on it, but came up empty. My research question is this: if a child was raised in such a way that he or she never heard music – no lullabies, no radio playing golden oldies, no television … Continue reading
Making a better mousetrap
I am celebrating how terrific my husband, Karl is. He joined me in retirement nine months ago – and it isn’t exaggerating to say that maybe he’s not completely grasped the normal concept of being retired. He says that he is “working on his retirement skills.” Even that sentence, said with a twinkle in his … Continue reading
New Mystery
The main idea for my first novel, Mountain Time, came from two sources: first, the fascinating and rich history of the copper era near Encampment, Wyoming and second, an abandoned cabin. I’ve talked about this cabin before, but just to remind you, when I was probably ten or eleven, my dad and I were camping … Continue reading
Finding Unexpected Secrets
I found an interesting quote in a magazine recently. It is attributed to Roald Dahl, author of James and the Giant Peach and other children’s stories, (actually, I am not a fan of Mr. Dahl’s books, but I like the quote.) Dahl says, “Watch with glittering eyes the whole world around you because the greatest … Continue reading
Where the Deer and the Antelope play…
Another thing I love about Wyoming is how close humans are to wildlife – no matter where you go. While we were parked just outside Cheyenne, we were surrounded by antelope. The morning we arrived, we noticed a doe antelope wandering around near us, calmly eating grass and paying no attention to us. Later that … Continue reading
Home is Where We are.
I’ve left Wyoming, my birth place and where I grew up, “permanently”three times in my life. The first – at 18 years old when I joined the Navy. The second when Karl and I moved to California. The third time just seven months ago when we moved to the Virgin Islands. Based on the previous … Continue reading
